At a certain point my novels set. They set just as hard as that jam jar. And then I know they are finished.
We none of us talk to people as we do behind their backs.
A plot is like the bones of a person, not interesting like expression, or signs of experience, but the support of the whole.
Real life seems to have no plots.
There is more difference within the sexes than between them.
A leopard does not change his spots, or change his feeling that spots are rather a credit.